I heard church bells yesterday in a rural mountain town. I'd forgotten how much I loved them. I have a noon alarm that reminds me to stop and say the Lord's Prayer--and then add whatever the Spirits nudges me to pray. My four-year-old granddaughter now knows what the alarm is for and she is learning to pray a simplified version with me. Precious moments.
Thank you for this beautiful piece! I've been toying with similar ideas but felt held back by the conviction I'd fail. And turning up my inner nose at having the phone stand for church bells. But why not?! Thank you for inspiration and courage.
I heard church bells yesterday in a rural mountain town. I'd forgotten how much I loved them. I have a noon alarm that reminds me to stop and say the Lord's Prayer--and then add whatever the Spirits nudges me to pray. My four-year-old granddaughter now knows what the alarm is for and she is learning to pray a simplified version with me. Precious moments.
They also remind one of the passage of time, a thing which can never be recovered. There is only moving forward, one step at a time, until the end.
Thank you for this beautiful piece! I've been toying with similar ideas but felt held back by the conviction I'd fail. And turning up my inner nose at having the phone stand for church bells. But why not?! Thank you for inspiration and courage.